Darin Collins Show I Song 11

11. Crow's Cry

I'm a statue frozen still, crows in the wind, blood on the snow; no-one to be found, an empty window. Zoom in on ant's trail, busy moving; making a living grooving to their rhythm. My sword is clean but I can't stab anymore, my killing muscles weak from rust but I must just try to bust a move but who can I trust? Because I still hear the crows cry, the wind in the trees, my knees shiver; a ripple on this frozen lake.

Trust no-one, but do the opposite. Stop being a source of light, just try it destroy it just try it destroy it, my best friend became a digital scar, I know you want to cry but I'm earning my guitar. I'm burning my fire, my funeral pyre, the harder I try. I'm blooming they said, how god damn amusing, because I still hear the crows cry, the wind in the trees, my knees shiver; a ripple on this frozen lake.

These pins holding me down in this butterfly cemetery have my logo stamped into their heads, whatever I choose, my blood trickles loose, my neck in the noose, and all I ever chose to do was trust in you, but I still hear the crows cry, the wind in the trees, my knees shiver; A ripple on this frozen lake.

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